Arran. Not to be confused with Aran which is Irish, is the Gaelic for bread (according to the signs in the Brodick Co-op) and is where the jumpers come from.
With a very nifty opening mechanism for getting the cars out without them having to reverse.And although I may be married into a Scottish clan now, the little seafaring Devonian stays true to her roots- I spent as much time as possible on deck in horizontal rain and interesting sea:
Totally worth it – this is Holy Island, just off the east coast of Arran. And this:
Is a banana impersonator who let go of her hat only to allow the photo to be taken and is clinging firmly to the railing behind, and Brodick on the shoreline behind. Don’t worry if you can’t see Brodick – settlements on Arran tend to be in the style of one row of houses along the shoreline, particularly on the eastern side.
We arrived in Arran on Friday lunchtime and decided to spend the afternoon circumnavigating the Island. There are only really two main roads in Arran – one goes around the coast and the other goes across the middle; we went around.
And this is the point at which we mastered the art of the 11 minute walk. It goes a bit like this: It stops raining, we plonk the car at the nearest suitable parking space and set off for the mountain/sea, we get 6 minutes away from the car, enjoying our walk in the fresh air and by the seaside; the clouds open and we make a sprint for the car before we get swept away in the nearest torrent. When not raining the north of the island is spectacular – mountains with snowy peaks are always going to be a hit with me:
Circumnavigation at last brought us to Blackwaterfoot and our hotel on the seafront – how about this for a room with a view:
It would of course help if it wasn’t raining (see 11 minute walk rule above!) but I can highly recommend the sound of waves against the shore as a restorative cure.
The wedding was wonderful, the bride and groom nipped in and out of church between rain showers and the storms even abated for the fireworks. There was shortbread, tablet, Ceilidh dances and a good amount of whisky and I even managed to avoid being publically called out as English by the bride’s three brothers once the rugby score came through.
So having been a walking advert for the Arran tourist board it’s time for my little bit of yarn from Arran:
Blue for the rain, the sea, the mini lakes and puddles all over the island and a bit of bright green grass.